A Silent Cry

Chapter 6

At the mention of the girls, mom looked up, straight into my eyes. Her face was crinkled out of confusion. The girl's presence in all of this were news to her, since only Cain knew about her beside me. Even the reason Cain noticed her was because of his keen observations about me; it infuriated him that I might not be alone forever. Just the thought that his belief about me being lonely and alone could be contradicted and proven wrong made his brain boil.

That's exactly why he hated and despised Penelope. Even though he didn't know much about her, he hated her to death for somewhat knowing of me and conversing with me.

In a way, she was everything he wanted me to not get. Someone not really interested in him, but me. Someone so clever and messed up who would choose me over his fake self.

"A girl?" the police officer asked. "Are you telling me that you killed Cain for a girl?"

I moved away from the officer a bit. My eyes became bigger, my heart beat faster.

Penelope.

Of course, I didn't fucking kill him for her. She was just the reason Cain got so crazy and made me kill him. I don't kill for anybody. I don't do anything for anybody. I am my own person, I make my own decisions without others' affecting it much.

But... but I didn't want her to be called in. I did not. She would just mess everything up. Yeah! That's the reason. I always worked better alone after all. Even though she got me the key to bring Cain down... but that's for another time and another story.

"No!" I replied. "How fucking dare you to bring her into this mess!? She's just a motherfucking side character, not the protagonist, and hell, she ain't even a side-kick! She's just the horse on a chess play and not the fucking Queen!"

"Aran?" mom whispered. "Why haven't I ever heard about her? Is she a delinquent like you?"

"Ask Cain," I said. "Oooh, too bad. He's dead."

Mom opened her mouth and gaped for at least five seconds. Tears poured down on her face and she took a deep breath to calm down, but not before she started murmuring curses of me like, "Asshole, you fucking—"

I sighed and looked at the officer, ignoring mom.

"Can we go back to the main topics and not waste our time on one insignificant word in an entire novel?"

"But you do have to explain her and how this whole story connects to Cain's death after that. We're not here to hear your life story."

Mom screamed.

"No! Tell me now about her and why we should ask Cain!" she jelled like she was about to die. "Tell me!"

I glanced at her side-ways.

So annoying.

"Because he was the one obsessed with her, not me."

"And?"

"To me she was just the horse, to him, she was the Queen from the opposite side on a chess play," I replied, sighing. "A significant person to destroy. That's all."

"He would never do that," she whispered. Couldn't she just shut up for a second? I got that it must be a shock for her to know how little she knew about her children, but she didn't have to voice her ignorant opinion in every waking second. Although, she was with us most of the time, she never did notice how much Cain was acting up in front of her nor did she care to know the truth from me. All she ever wanted from me was to know the reasons for my made-up actions. And there wasn't even anything that could be a satisfying answer for her as I couldn't give her reasons for something nonexistent. A lie made her mad, the truth she did not believe in. How was I supposed to deal with someone like that?

"Mrs. Angel," spoke up the officer, "please let him continue on so we can solve this case and all go home."

"With my son dead?"

I lifted my brows. I didn't know I was dead but good to know.

"You have to move on, Mrs. Angel. We all have to. Please continue, Aran."

"But!"

"Silence, Mrs. Angel. Silence!" the officer replied. "Or there's the door and you can leave like your husband."

Mom gaped for a moment or so, trying to decide on what would make more sense -- defending his crazy son's nonexistent honor or shutting the hell up to actually know the reasons behind his death. If I was her, I wouldn't care either way. I saw no reason in defending a rotten dead man nor knowing why he died. The important part is that he did and by doing that, he freed the world from its misery.

He legit made the world a better place by finally leaving it.

I leaned forward. To some my very actions were the reflection of arrogance and righteousness.

To me it was the simple reflection of truth and relief from being finally free.

"So..."

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Sorry, I couldn't publish anything for a while, but now I'm back! :) (Although, I'm still sure how often I can publish stories, but I'm working on it.)